2003-05-25

I'm in the Detroit airport right now, on my three-hour stopover (yep, I'm doing a three hour stopover BOTH WAYS). I will admit, it's one posh fucking airport, as Becca pointed out in my guestbook. I love the tunnel between concourses A and B&C: it's covered over with translucent panels, with moving coloured lights shining through and soothing Vangelis-type music playing. It made my moving sidewalk experience feel like the height of cultural sophistication, I can tell you.

In other news (well, I don't suppose it's news to anyone not living under a rock) New York City kicks fucking ASS. The Big Apple hasn't seen the last of me. More on that later, of course.